Page 68 of Dual Destruction

“Have you paid him a visit?” I asked.

“Not yet.”

“Should we?”

“I don’t want you anywhere near him,” Sage snapped.

I sighed, taking another drink of my wine. “Apparently we need to talk about you and me again, then.”

“This isn’t up for discussion.” Sage glowered, possession flaring in his eyes. “I can’t keep you safe if you’re there.”

“I don’t need you to keep me safe.”

“Not up for discussion.”

Sage stood again, the chair skittering back as he straightened. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and stalked off down the hallway. I finished my wine, finished reassembling his gun. Sage banged around, cursing under his breath from the bedroom, and I finally followed after him, leaning against the door frame with my arms folded across my chest.

“You hate not having control,” I mused.

He stopped in his tracks and turned, leveling a glare in my direction. “Get on your knees, Golden.,”

I smirked, but did as I was told. The focused and promising tone of his voice was enough to beg for my compliance, even if I wanted to put him through a wall for being a prick. My knees landed against the floor and I looked up at him, serenity and compliance painted across my face.

“If you go, I’m not staying,” I said.

He raised his finger in front of his mouth, giving me the signal to hush.

“You wanted better limits, this is one of them.”

Sage braced his hands on his hips and stared down at me, an unreadable expression on his face. “No mutilation,” he grumbled, “no abandonment. Anything else?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“How do you feel about gags?”

“They’re fine,” I said.

“Good.” Sage rifled around in one of his drawers, growing irritated. He dug into the depths of the drawer and pulled out a roll of duct tape, holding it up with a proud smirk.

“That’s not a gag,” I told him.

He picked at the edge of the tape and pulled a strip off. The sound of the adhesive separating from the roll was loud, and my cock twitched in response to it. He bit a piece off and tilted his head to the side in question.

“Is there a word you want to say to me?” he asked, taking a step closer.

“No.”

He was there, right up on me, his palm pressed hard around my mouth. He rubbed and grinded his hand down, sealing the tape over my parted lips. Pulling this off was going to be agony, but Sage didn’t give me time to think about it.

“Did you mean what you said before?” he asked, stepping away and palming his growing erection. “When you said you loved me.”

I nodded.

“Even…” He gestured to me on my knees. “Even like this?”

I nodded again, more vigorously.

My wants, my desires…none of it had changed just because I’d accidentally fallen in love with Sage Rosetti. I still wanted him to hurt me, to abuse me within our limits, to take as much as I offered him and then a little more.